“Try the train station,” an ally alleged.

“Where will it take me,” I wondered back,
“heart in hand,
past the epicenter of Insanity Station
to the outer edge of Lonely Heart’s land?
Will it derail and send me, worry free,
into some unkempt forest, free of feeling?
Or will I just drop off my baggage and ride
till I forget, her memory fleeting?”

• lost
• love
• train